[ Good. That's good, because this feels raw, naked in a way that has nothing to do with clothing and everything to do with all those seething emotions brimming and spilling over. The comparisons can't help but be drawn, again and again.
Taylor is safe. Taylor is trusted, he is cared for, he is wanted in a way that feels like a yawning void in his chest that pains him even while he feels this extraordinary. But every nerve is prickled awake, and he's not used to feeling this much for one person.
No.
He's not used to allowing himself to feel this much for one person. Letting himself. Knowing there is reciprocation and respect and so much more than that, and it's all so much more intense for that. He's the one taking Taylor here but he needs his permission before he dares move, before his hips rock back and ease forward, feeling that sweet drag of friction and pressure with a low huff of breath. ]
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Taylor is safe. Taylor is trusted, he is cared for, he is wanted in a way that feels like a yawning void in his chest that pains him even while he feels this extraordinary. But every nerve is prickled awake, and he's not used to feeling this much for one person.
No.
He's not used to allowing himself to feel this much for one person. Letting himself. Knowing there is reciprocation and respect and so much more than that, and it's all so much more intense for that. He's the one taking Taylor here but he needs his permission before he dares move, before his hips rock back and ease forward, feeling that sweet drag of friction and pressure with a low huff of breath. ]